Thursday, April 26, 2012

Limericks Are For Lovers

My great grandfather used to say "nothing says desperate for content like a random limerick blog post," but here it goes. It's worth noting that I am not a poet, nor do I play one on TV.

You’re told it’s a virtue to believe
But when you consider that it’s naive
To continue your personal search
For meaning at a communal church
There’s always another option, leave.

We are brought up to be awed
By an ever present and listening God
But when we find he isn’t there
Or listening to our prayer
We discover that he may be a fraud

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who was a preacher, but by luck quit
He deemed religion tribal
Dug out his old Bible
And went to the nearest recycle to chuck it.

Good and evil seem easy to define
Without relying on some great design
Yet I’m faced with the quarrels
From those who claim morals
Aren’t human traits, rather the divine

The question of origins is quite involved
A problem creationists think they solved
But the conclusion they draw thins
When it’s explained by Dawkins
That we weren’t created at all, we evolved.

I reserve the right to delete any comments that don't follow a basic rhyme scheme. If you comment a limerick that is as good or better than mine, (not hard to do) I will incorporate them into the post with your credit.


  1. Yeah---I got nothing. I wish I was that creative. Fun to read though!

  2. There was a dude called Grundy,
    Who certainly wasn’t a fundie.
    His wished to gain insight,
    To be accepted as a bright!!

    Note sure if mine is up to Poet Laureate standard yet :)

    1. You were so close to a limerick, just needed another word that rhymes with "Grundy."

    2. ...........'the religious he loved to smite'

      I'll stick with mathematics in future!!